“Yes, hotshot,” I say into his skin, like telling a secret. “Forever, yes.” He shouts, “She said yes!” at the top of his lungs before hoisting me into the air with a yelp. And while Oliver smiles and claps, and Liam howls like a little wolf, I stare right down into the eyes of my golden boy, whose sad eyes aren’t sad anymore. And if I have anything to do with it, they never will be again.
